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The Rose

Pairing: Warden Alistair x Warden Cousland

Link: AO3

Word Count: 1,684

Rating: SFW

Tags: Romance, Falling In Love

An alternative version of the Rose Scene from Alistair’s romance, still the awkward goofball that he is! 

Written for @demonicdivas win all the way back when from my 400 follower giveaway. Sorry for taking so long! 

And I wanted to give a special mention to @datkaraperson (your other blog wouldnt tag >.<) and @nicoleeirin for giving me the prompts idea! Once stopped being afraid of writing Alistair’s humor, this was a fun prompt to write!

It was late at camp, the fire sluggishly burning, most of the logs now embers. Almost everyone had gone to bed, but Elissa gazed pensively at the flames. Alistair could tell she wasn’t really seeing them, though. What was she thinking of? The bloody past or the bleak future? She really didn’t talk about what was worrying her most of the time, but with the way the world was going there plenty of reasons for why she was looking so sad tonight. She usually hid it, and hid it well, but tonight there was a fragile quality about her. A sadness that ached at him.

He glanced around, making sure there was no one to see his fumbling attempts, and moved to her side. “Hey,” Alistair gulped, sitting down next to her.

Elissa blinked, coming back to herself. She turned and smiled halfheartedly, and Alistair gulped as the full force of her gaze landed on him.

Abruptly, he thrust out his hand. “Here, look at this.”

She looked slightly startled at his jerky movements, and he almost snatched his hand back. But Elissa raised a hand, brushing her fingers along soft petals. “A rose?”

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admiral isabela - terror of the amaranthine ocean, dangerous piratess which every man in thedas is afraid of!

… and she really rocks these cute, short, brown locks of hers ;u;

Sometimes I just need to draw a spacesheep.

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

me during the apocalypse: *checks neko atsume*